Friday, December 6, 2013

I'm totally a musician now! I was already, because piano, but now I am within just a few short years of being a two-instrument musician! I can almost taste the honorary doctorate from Juilliard now . . .

I changed my mind about a hundred times about what guitar I was going to buy, but always underneath it all was the one I saw in the first store I visited, and looking deep into my soul I knew that I would always think about that guitar and what might have been. So I bought it and I am in love with it but not in a weird or gross way and I will answer questions about it if anybody is interested. Here is a picture:

I've always hated Guitar Center, because whenever I've been there in the past it's because John has some boring piece of sound equipment that's having something boring done to it boringly and I want to die--like when I was little and my mom used to take me to the fabric store, BARF. But the salesman was the nicest fellow and he sat down and taught me about guitars for about an hour. My fingers are sad and sore, but I can sort of play an easy version of "Amazing Grace" very clumsily! Onward and upward, possums.